08-17-2011, 06:57 PM
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Sorry about the short.
Kansas was absorbed in a story about a wolf in the Arctic, intrigued by the human author's perception of his kind. As much as he enjoyed the book, he could not concentrate on the words. He was thinking again about Jazper, the valuable friendship he had lost in him. So far, there had been no communication between them other than muffled greetings, which was pitiful progress in the amount of time that had passed. When he reversed roles in the situation between them, he could understand Jazper's rage toward him, and it pained him. It would have taken him a long time to set that kind of thing aside as well. He still could not believe what he had said. It was an outburst of drunken immaturity — had he been sober, he would have been able to contain himself. Some things were better left unsaid.
A knock shook him off the book. He set it aside, brow furrowed; the knock had been heavy, as if created by a large fist, and something told him that it was not one of his boys on the other side of the door. He stood and shuffled sleepily toward the door, opening it and pushing it ajar only enough for him to peer out. There, the gigantic, dark form stood, and Kansas felt his jaws part in surprise. Jazper... he spoke in disbelief. At this point, he would more have expected the man to be knocking out of fury, but there was no anger in his features. W-What do you need? he asked dumbly, opening the door fully and stepping out of the room. His stomach fluttered with nervousness. He hoped this meant something good.
Kansas was absorbed in a story about a wolf in the Arctic, intrigued by the human author's perception of his kind. As much as he enjoyed the book, he could not concentrate on the words. He was thinking again about Jazper, the valuable friendship he had lost in him. So far, there had been no communication between them other than muffled greetings, which was pitiful progress in the amount of time that had passed. When he reversed roles in the situation between them, he could understand Jazper's rage toward him, and it pained him. It would have taken him a long time to set that kind of thing aside as well. He still could not believe what he had said. It was an outburst of drunken immaturity — had he been sober, he would have been able to contain himself. Some things were better left unsaid.
A knock shook him off the book. He set it aside, brow furrowed; the knock had been heavy, as if created by a large fist, and something told him that it was not one of his boys on the other side of the door. He stood and shuffled sleepily toward the door, opening it and pushing it ajar only enough for him to peer out. There, the gigantic, dark form stood, and Kansas felt his jaws part in surprise. Jazper... he spoke in disbelief. At this point, he would more have expected the man to be knocking out of fury, but there was no anger in his features. W-What do you need? he asked dumbly, opening the door fully and stepping out of the room. His stomach fluttered with nervousness. He hoped this meant something good.